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Meanwhile, at the other end of the bar, Jimin was ambushed by a gentleman dressed in an expensive suit. He did not realize they were the CEO's men, and they approached him to distract him and keep him away from Tae.

He was standing in line at the bar, waiting for his turn and checking on Tae every now and then, when he noticed this man cut the line in front of him.

"Hey! We have all been waiting our turn here, so move to the back of the line!" He was fired up. How dare this man simply cut the line and then act as if he did nothing wrong!

His fists were opening and closing, as if he wanted to hit something. "Hey, buddy, move now before your nose breaks." He threatened when the man simply ignored him, as if he had not heard anything at all.

Jimin's rage was building.

He truly wanted to teach this man a lesson!

"Oh, what a brave little princess we have here," the man exclaimed, and Jimin rolled his eyes. He did not want to be angry in this place, he did not want to rage right now, because his Tae was here, and he could not possibly cause trouble here with his little angel watching. If he was alone, he could easily sneak away even if the bar turned into a battleground, but his Tae was present! He was not going to let him face this reality on his first outing!

Jimin despised telling the world who he was. He was the son of one of the country's most prominent families, but when he went out, he disliked being treated as privileged. He enjoyed going out and being treated normally, so he was used to waiting his turn in a line and doing other things that normal people had to do. He knew that once his family forced him to work at the company, he would no longer be able to do these things, so he took his time and spent it as he pleased; after all, that was the deal he and his parents had made.

Jimin took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. It was extremely difficult for him to do, but thinking of Tae miraculously helped him lower his skyrocketing blood pressure.

He was about to check on his Tae again when another bastard appeared in front of him. This jerk intentionally spilled his drink on him! He knew he did because he wore an annoying smirk rather than an apologetic one. Jimin has finally snapped! Why were there so many bastards lurking around here tonight?

The anger he had been trying so hard to contain erupted like a volcano, and he grabbed the bastard's collar with such force that the man's eyes widened in surprise. He looked at him with furious eyes and if looks could kill, he would have already dropped dead on the ground.

Another man approached and surrounded him, pulling the man's necktie and attempting to choke him. It appeared that these were the bastard's friends.

"What a courageous and strong little boy. "Can you choke me too, baby boy?" Another person inquired, and Jimin's only thought was to beat these guys until they begged for mercy. 'Bastards! I will choke you all to death!!

"Sure... How about we go outside?" Jimin smiled like a little demon as he dragged the person he was choking out behind him. He was consumed by his rage. He knew he could not calm down any longer unless he beat these damned bastards to pulp.

The men laughed as they followed him, as if this would be easy. There were three of them, including the one he dragged with the neck tie.

Once outside, Jimin pushed the necktie man away and looked at each of the men who had surrounded him. There was a necktie man, a man with long hair, and a man wearing a denim jacket. The long hair man and the necktie man appeared to be the fittest of the bunch, so he faced them with his back to denim jacket man and waited for someone to make the first move.

As expected, the denim jacket man was the first to strike, believing that he had the advantage because he had her back to him, but he was greatly mistaken. A quick but powerful back kick to his stomach sent him flying backwards, spurring the other two to action.

The necktie man from his left was the first to approach him, throwing a punch at her head. He grabbed his wrist with his left hand as he dodged to the right, then threw a small uppercut that landed on his stomach. His right hand grabbed his punching arm, and he used his momentum to flip him on his back. The man landed hard on the ground, delivering a few quick punches to his face.

He turned to the right and raised both arms in front of him to protect his head as a punch landed on his arm. He felt nothing. His rage, combined with adrenaline, did an excellent job of numbing pain.

Unfortunately for the long-haired man, he left himself vulnerable after hitting him, which he took advantage of. He leapt up from his half squatting position and threw a series of punches to his stomach and face, making him stagger backwards from his onslaught. He attempted to defend himself, but he was not allowed to. Finally, he knocked him out with a right hook.

When he turned around and saw the demin jacket man approaching, he dove to avoid the sloppy punch thrown his way. Jimin quickly straightened up and delivered a hard kick to the man's dick, which caused him to collapse in pain. He then proceeded to give him the same 'loving' treatment as his buddies, until his arms became heavy.

Jimin paused, looked around, and was satisfied.

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A man in a black leather jacket stood in the shadows of the dark alley, silently watching the show. He was amused and impressed as he observed him. He would seen him leave the bar with those three trained bodyguards, and he figured he could at least act like a hero by saving the 'damsel in distress'. However, the result only made him laugh.

This boy was fierce, and he liked it.

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